Summary - it snows whilst the sidemen are filming a video
Simon could never say no to Harry and Harry knew it. Whenever he really wanted something, all he had to do was use his whiny voice and beg until Simon gave in. If that didn't work, he would latch onto Simon and look up at him with his puppy dog eyes. And in the rare instances when that failed, when Simon was being particularly resistant, Harry would climb onto his lap and kiss him gently until he finally agreed to whatever Harry wanted.
Harry employed these tactics to convince Simon that they should film a video outside (despite the fact that they were currently experiencing the coldest January in years) since he had had a sudden burst of inspiration. It actually didn't take much to convince Simon to say yes because he had noticed how excited Harry was when describing his idea, and there was no way he could bare to see the disappointment on his face if he said no.
And so 3 days later, all 7 sidemen were stood on the only open football pitch Harry could find in the dead of winter. Simon knew he hadn't slept much the past few days, despite his own efforts to bribe him into bed, yet Harry was still as energetic as ever. The other 6 of them... not so much, although Simon wasn't going to let them disappoint Harry. When he was out of earshot, busy discussing different camera angles with Kon, Simon told all of the other Sidemen that if they didn't put any effort in, he would personally leak every single one of their phone numbers.
They weren't 100% sure that Simon was joking since they knew full well how protective he was of Harry. If they upset him by not trying in his video, Simon would probably never forgive them. So when they noticed Harry skipping over to them, blissfully unaware of what they had just been discussing, Simon gave them all one final deathly glare and the others tried to look as awake as possible.
By the time they were halfway through, the sky was completely grey. It looked as if it might rain, which was stressing Harry out. Simon was keeping a close eye on everyone to make sure they weren't upsetting Harry by being unenthusiastic, although all of them seemed to have taken his words on board and were livening up.
30 minutes later and the temperature had dropped. It still hadn't rained, although the wind had almost completely stopped, making it eerily quiet. There was nobody else outside, everyone was inside and 'not freezing their balls off' in the words of Ethan. He muttered this under his breath, although Simon still heard and stomped on his foot.
Another 30 minutes had passed and still there was no rain. They were almost finished, and Harry was considering this a very successful shoot, much to Simons relief. There were only a few more shots left to take, when all of a sudden Vik yelled that it was snowing.
Sure enough, it had started to snow, very softly at first, although any snow was very exciting to all of them. Everyone stared up at the sky fascinated and watched as the snowflakes fell gracefully.
Well, almost everyone. Simon couldn't draw his eyes away from Harry, who was gazing up at the sky in awe. Simon noticed the snow that landed gently on his long eyelashes and golden hair. His cheeks and nose were flushed pink from the cold, a contrast from the white snowflakes that now decorated his beautiful face.
Simon was glad that Harry had forced them to film now, because the image of him, mesmerised by the sky and covered in shimmering snowflakes was one he wanted burned into his memory forever.
a/n shorter than usual! Just wanted to write about the snow because there is finally some here in the south of England. Also I don't know if I'll ever get bored of writing about protective simon and wholesome harry tbh
